Fire Wolf: CINAED (New Scotia Pack Book 3) by Victoria Danann Page B
Authors: Victoria Danann
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uncertainty and unhappiness. And I’m sorry ye’ve been hurt by my clumsiness and stubbornness.
“On the way to find ye, I promised myself and any gods who might have been listenin’ that, if ye were alive, I would take you without fear for what the future might have in store, cherish you, and keep you. There’d be no question about whether or no’ things work out between us. Mates are made for each other. Sort of magically. Ye’re mine. I’m yours. That’s all.
“When I picked up the lion shifter’s scent, I also promised myself that I would sink my fangs into his neck if he’d hurt ye. Even if ‘twas the last thing I‘d ever do.” He chuckled. “Full well knowin’ that it surely would be the last thing I’d ever do. Strangely I felt peaceful about that fate because I’d already made up my mind that I want to be where ye are, livin’ or dead.”
Ken looked at Star to see her reaction. Her eyes were big and surprised, but also liquid, shimmering with tears.
“What’s this?” he said. He reached over to her cheek just as three big tears ran down her face.
“Beautiful. That’s what this is,” she said.
“So does that mean that ye’ll have me?”
She barked out a laugh. “I told Brandish you’re my mate.”
“Ye did?”
“Yes.”
“So that’s what he meant when he said, ‘Is this him?’”
She nodded, looking sheepish. “You have to make an honest wolf of me.”
When she gave him a teasing smile, his eyes drifted down to her mouth. Her tongue peeked out and wet her bottom lip when she anticipated what was coming.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers tentatively, softly, before pulling her into the sort of kiss she always dreamed she’d experience in a claiming. She opened her mouth wider so that her tongue could tangle with his while learning his taste and the intoxicating tremor of passion that shivered through her.
Before Starfire knew what had happened she was on her back being pressed into the floor by the full weight of a male shifter set on claiming. She didn’t know it was possible to feel anything so perfect as Cinaed stretched along her length, pressing his hips against hers as if his life depended on their joining. Just when she’d reached the conclusion that they were overdressed, the kettle whistled in such an obnoxious and demanding way that it made them both laugh.
Ken groaned at the interruption, but rose dutifully with one last peck to punctuate the fact that he had every intention of picking up where they’d left off. Just as soon as the dadblasted kettle was lifted away from the flame the noise died. Ken dropped one of the bags into the water and replaced the lid before searching the cupboard. He found two cups which he brought back to the fire.
He held up the cups with a small lopsided grin. “Wine or me?”
Star stood up and began undressing. “First you. Then wine.”
He nodded and quickly rid himself of his clothes, revealing an erection that was extremely proud of being a newly mated male.
“Oh my,” she said, causing him to look down, following her gaze.
“Aye. ‘Tis near to painful, Star.”
She prowled close to him, leaned up and licked his ear. “How can I help with that?”
He took her hand and guided it to his cock. When she closed her palm, he took in a sharp breath.
“I have plans for this,” she said.
“Do ye now?” His voice was ragged, raspy, and sexy enough to make her breathe faster.
“Sit down where you were.”
He raised his chin and smiled. “Say please.”
For a wolf she did a good imitation of a purr. “Please.”
She drew the word out in a breathy guttural way that made his cock twitch in her hand.
Ken sat down on the rug where he’d been and waited to see what she’d do next. One thing that he’d noticed about Starfire was that she was unpredictable. She didn’t act and react like a typical female.
She dropped to all fours, crawled toward him seductively and straddled his lap looking down at
“On the way to find ye, I promised myself and any gods who might have been listenin’ that, if ye were alive, I would take you without fear for what the future might have in store, cherish you, and keep you. There’d be no question about whether or no’ things work out between us. Mates are made for each other. Sort of magically. Ye’re mine. I’m yours. That’s all.
“When I picked up the lion shifter’s scent, I also promised myself that I would sink my fangs into his neck if he’d hurt ye. Even if ‘twas the last thing I‘d ever do.” He chuckled. “Full well knowin’ that it surely would be the last thing I’d ever do. Strangely I felt peaceful about that fate because I’d already made up my mind that I want to be where ye are, livin’ or dead.”
Ken looked at Star to see her reaction. Her eyes were big and surprised, but also liquid, shimmering with tears.
“What’s this?” he said. He reached over to her cheek just as three big tears ran down her face.
“Beautiful. That’s what this is,” she said.
“So does that mean that ye’ll have me?”
She barked out a laugh. “I told Brandish you’re my mate.”
“Ye did?”
“Yes.”
“So that’s what he meant when he said, ‘Is this him?’”
She nodded, looking sheepish. “You have to make an honest wolf of me.”
When she gave him a teasing smile, his eyes drifted down to her mouth. Her tongue peeked out and wet her bottom lip when she anticipated what was coming.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers tentatively, softly, before pulling her into the sort of kiss she always dreamed she’d experience in a claiming. She opened her mouth wider so that her tongue could tangle with his while learning his taste and the intoxicating tremor of passion that shivered through her.
Before Starfire knew what had happened she was on her back being pressed into the floor by the full weight of a male shifter set on claiming. She didn’t know it was possible to feel anything so perfect as Cinaed stretched along her length, pressing his hips against hers as if his life depended on their joining. Just when she’d reached the conclusion that they were overdressed, the kettle whistled in such an obnoxious and demanding way that it made them both laugh.
Ken groaned at the interruption, but rose dutifully with one last peck to punctuate the fact that he had every intention of picking up where they’d left off. Just as soon as the dadblasted kettle was lifted away from the flame the noise died. Ken dropped one of the bags into the water and replaced the lid before searching the cupboard. He found two cups which he brought back to the fire.
He held up the cups with a small lopsided grin. “Wine or me?”
Star stood up and began undressing. “First you. Then wine.”
He nodded and quickly rid himself of his clothes, revealing an erection that was extremely proud of being a newly mated male.
“Oh my,” she said, causing him to look down, following her gaze.
“Aye. ‘Tis near to painful, Star.”
She prowled close to him, leaned up and licked his ear. “How can I help with that?”
He took her hand and guided it to his cock. When she closed her palm, he took in a sharp breath.
“I have plans for this,” she said.
“Do ye now?” His voice was ragged, raspy, and sexy enough to make her breathe faster.
“Sit down where you were.”
He raised his chin and smiled. “Say please.”
For a wolf she did a good imitation of a purr. “Please.”
She drew the word out in a breathy guttural way that made his cock twitch in her hand.
Ken sat down on the rug where he’d been and waited to see what she’d do next. One thing that he’d noticed about Starfire was that she was unpredictable. She didn’t act and react like a typical female.
She dropped to all fours, crawled toward him seductively and straddled his lap looking down at
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